Imagine 2018-19

2 Valeria Rodriguez 3 “IMAGINE” Literary Magazine Harrison High School Harrison, New York 10528 2019 Edition Editor-in-Chief Brianna Jackman Editorial Board Michael Barletta Joanna Howson Ethan Piliero Jordan Blair Riley Korek Harrison Sakai Elisabeth Eiff Laura Nikolla Bryan Velasquez Anna Fitzpatrick Olivia Nelson Danielle Vella Front Cover Credit Alexa Burko Inside Cover Credit Valeria Rodriguez Advisor Mrs. Kimberly Maricevic Artwork Contributors Michael Barletta Ayana Kimijima Kimberly Reyes Jordan Blair Riley Korek Mason Rigor Isaque Brandao Jessica Leckart Josephine Robb Alexa Burko Vincent Longo Valeria Rodriguez Sonia Carrillo Brianna Martinez Madison Tuminaro Brianna Jackman Qasim Mehmood Danielle Vella Alison Kenny Caitlin Policarpio Leslie Yanez 4 Qasim Mehmood Letter from the Editors Here it is - our 2019 edition of Harrison High School’s literary magazine, Imagine. In the two years that have gone by since we changed the size of our magazine, it feels like we have finally grown into our own skin. Every year, we are doing more to earn our title as a “Student Run” publication. But, this year, like every year, we still hold the question heavy above us: What defines our magazine? The answer, we have found, is actually quite simple. It’s whatev- er the students submit. Whether it is a lighthearted poem or a heavy- handed narrative, the submissions we receive shape who we are. It is kind of unnerving going into the year not knowing where you will end up. Yet, at the same time, that openness makes us that much more con- nected to the voices around us. This year especially, the contributors to this magazine were more emotional. After living through traumatic event to traumatic event, we found it harder to love. Luckily, however, this didn’t stop us. In fact, it fueled us to do some of our best work yet. And while we may have found it harder to love, whether with families, friends, or even ourselves, it is clear that we are loving harder than before. Happy reading, The Editors of Imagine 5 Table of Contents POETRY Perspective Tamara Day 8 ?stars ours to happened What Victoria Gloria 13 Popular Choice 14 Maria DiRusso Escape 16 Isabel Pearson You May Think You Know Me 18 Isabelle Paris We Will Be Alright 19 Mburucuya Gomez Monachopis, Enouement, Rubatosis 22 Joanna Howson Alone with Company Kate Rube 24 What My Brother Sees 25 Victoria Gloria The Stranger in My House 25 Bryan Velasquez Google Search 28 Michela Rawson The Lonely Knight 29 Micaela Udell To Feel Nothing 29 Isabella Medina Fog 35 Ethan Piliero 6 POETRY (CONTINUED) In Response to the US House of Representatives Pass- ing a Bill to Fund More Security in Schools 36 Teresa Ferreira A New One 37 Tanya Reyes The Silence and the Storm 38 Sofia Goldstein Sister to Sister 48 Eileen Plotkin Riptide 49 Caela Vasilkioti Changes 51 Mildred Maldonado 10,000 and Climbing 52 Josephine Robb Untitled 55 Josephine Robb It’s Just Me and You 55 Anonymous Labyrinth 56 Ariane Guyonnet Homicide Heels 58 Sonia Carrillo When You Grow Up 59 Bailey Fisher Creaks in the Floor 64 Olivia Nelson Home 66 Brianna Martinez Make Mama Proud 68 Sheymi Olivares Garcia 7 PROSE My Artistic Journey 10 Michael Barletta The Murderous Adventures of Mitch Murden 20 Brianna Jackman The Crazy One 26 Joanna Howson Timeout District Court 30 Dylan Fitzgerald Untitled 33 Jordan Solis Il Piccolo Fiore 40 Anna FitzPatrick Solemn Suns and Crispy Hair 41 Charlene Tally Excerpt from The Museum 42 Joanna Howson Excerpt from Crumbling 44 Michela Rawson Permit Patty Busts My Illegal Baby Bunny Selling 46 Eileen Dockery Excerpt from #Curley’sWifeToo 50 Remy Rabin Excerpt from Smoke and Fire 53 Mia Altamuro Breather 54 Harrison Sakai My Room 60 Olivia Nelson Falling in Love (Will Kill You) 62 Anonymous 8 Perspective Feeling the warmth of the sand come through the blanket that I was sitting on and transfer onto my body. The sun was floating at a perfect angle; low and centered enough to warm my whole face. The soft warm breeze gently gusted my hair off from the front of my shoulders and onto my back. The waves were crashing against the sand at a constant pace. 9 My face and eyes were lit up by the warmth coming from the sky. I could feel my cheeks becoming red as they were sun kissed I looked up at the sky, then at the horizon, and then down. My hands were lightly griping my journal and pen. I wanted to grip onto more than my writing gadgets; I wanted to grip onto this moment. Tamara Day Tamara Day Riley Korek 10 My Artistic Journey Little Angels Daycare, 2004: Naptime I’m the only toddler awake because my mom wanted me to stay up for naptime so she wouldn’t have trouble putting me to sleep at night. While everyone else naps, I am sitting at the lunch tables, drawing Batman who is hanging upside down and imagine that he’s attacking his enemies from above. Home, 2009: Sick Day My feverish head starts to numb as another hour of television passes. I’m becoming bored of watching Tom and Jerry chase one another, so I find some computer paper, and a writing utensil and I begin to watch YouTube videos on how to draw my favorite Dragon Ball characters. I learn to love anatomy although at that point my own anatomical draw- ings were a work in progress, to say the least. Portland, 2013: Casablanca Comics I pick up issue number twenty of Nightwing and admire Brett Booth’s dynamic art. Drawing comics becomes fascinating to me, and I declare that one day I will be the one drawing comics for other readers. Home, 2014: Meeting with Carl Potts I hand my sketchbooks over to Carl Potts, a comic book creator generous enough to visit my house and critique my artwork. He tells me how hard it is to be a cartoonist, not only because of the versatility one must have but also because of the job instability. These imperfections make being an artist seem all the more attainable and more of a reality than a dream. This only motivates me more to draw comics. Harrison, NY, 2018: Applications People love to influence a young mind, trying to impose what they think is the best career path. I have always known I wanted to be an artist and influencers have not changed my desire to pursue my passions. The college process is a slow build up to success, but I plan on using all of the time I have to further my development as an artist. 11 New York, NY, 2017: SVA Pre-College I’m in a room with artists my age using comic book vernacular and ref- erencing comic book legends. The room was like an unimaginable dreamscape and I stood there in awe. Is this what college was like for an art student? Doing what they loved for hours each day instead of forty minutes and being with the people that make them feel comfortable? There was no ridicule about being passionate. Three weeks later, I’m finalizing my comic book, exhausted from the non-stop work. Balancing my work with my commute was exhausting, getting very little sleep each night. The production of this comic had me hanging off the edge of my sanity. However, once it was over the feeling of exhaustion relaxed into a sensation of accomplishment and I realized that drawing comics isn’t unrealistic. For three weeks, art was my entire life and I realized that I wanted art to be my entire life for a lot longer than three weeks. Harrison, NY, 2018: Applications People love to influence a young mind, trying to impose what they think is the best career path. I have always known I wanted to be an artist and influencers have not changed my desire to pursue my passions. The college process is a slow build up to success, but I plan on using all of the time I have to further my development as an artist. Michael Barletta Caitlin Policarpio 12 Michael Barletta 13 ?stars ours to happened What I tried to warn him. The sun turns, you turn too But you just can’t help it, can you? It is scorching, risky, and dangerous Still She is your sun, You are her moon I warned him, scared for him: Evermore, the sun shines too brightly. By no means as an equal to the moon. But the moon still pursues after the sun: Whenever the sun walks The moon gallops to hold on I watched it happen… The stars left broken and crying, Left behind. The sun is a Star You can’t just walk away because No matter what I am the earth You cannot walk all over me What happened to our stars? Victoria Gloria 14 Popular Choice She awkwardly stands there, Scanning the room nervously for a place to sit and eat. Hesitating to walk to a specific table. She sees a blur of strange faces, Red, yellow, purple, brown, Gawking up at her like she’s a museum exhibit. Where she came from, the cafeteria was never this buzzing The children would sit and eat in silence, Like it was yet another task being graded. She was good at that, she liked that, Studying, honor roll, being the best at something... She began to cower as the chaos unfolded in front of her, Assaulting her five senses like never before. The table in the middle What seemed like an oasis of popularity, Among a desert of mediocre Girls in fancy clothing, Bright red lipstick, Long blonde manes, Sneaking glances at the boys, Giggling.

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